The words hit like a physical blow, and I watched every ounce of careful negotiation drain from Ronan's expression, replaced instantly by pure focused urgency.
What kind of attack, he demanded into the earpiece.
Wolves, Priya said, voice tight with the sounds of chaos audible behind her. Dozens of them. Not Hollow Fangs markings, not anything we recognize. They breached the north perimeter ten minutes ago.
Silas's expression had gone carefully blank, but I caught the flicker of genuine confusion crossing his features, confirming what I already suspected. That's not my people, he said. I have nothing moving against Ashborn right now.
Callahan's contingency, Ronan said grimly, already turning back toward the bikes. This is what he warned us about at the quarry.
We need to move now, I sa
